Fluff and feet and squeak
So there is a lost duckling in the brush outside G building. We heard it peeping about an hour ago before I went to class. And I tried to rescue it. I saw it and nearly got it, but it darted away into the undergrowth.
So I am now going out, an hour later, to listen for it peeping and maybe to catch me a baby ducky.
If I can’t find its momma I am adopting it and bringing it home. Newcastle be damned. It’s a cute widdle ducky wucky, a very young mallard.
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